It's Too Early To Write Poetry
High atop maddened peaks await anxious pills
to spare coal mine canaries nightmarish sleep:
When new moon ascends and threatens weary tides
pain ridden stomachs ache ere swallowing pride;
From restless valleys come thorns sung muted dreamers
whose bright eyed despondence convey majestic thoughts preceding
inevitable descents of men labeled insane. Grey avalanche
crumbles all preconceived notions of universal truth
as bright flashing signs with neon letters reveal
God said something but She didn’t mean it.
1/17/2017
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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